Note...in the first chapter I mistakenly said we had been together 8 years when in fact it was 2 years. For those of you wondering about Ashley's son, no I didn't forget him-his entrance into the story and whereabouts are part of the future story line, I have a plan that will surface as soon as it's time. Thanks for reading...there is more cumming, don't worry.
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I was just finishing my cigarette when I heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs, I looked over to see who they belonged to and I was treated to the second most beautiful thing I had seen that day. There was Ashley, arms filled with the bed cover I had helped her soak just an hour or so earlier, she seemed not to even notice my eyes glued to her as she reached the bottom of the stairs and made her way to the washing machine. After a few seconds of clanking around she returned to my line of sight, it looked as if she was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
"Mom's hopping in the shower really quick, she said she wanted to have a soak in the hot tub before bed." Ashley said while playing absentmindedly with the bottom hem of her shirt. Lifting it just high enough that I could see the small bikini bottom she had on under the giant shirt. "I said I would join her.." She trailed off, gave a slight smile and ran quickly up the stairs.
A nice soak sounded like the perfect solution to soothe my tired body but I was worried about not being able to control where my eyes wandered, or how my cock would react to what they happened to see. After mulling it over for a short time I decided my muscles hurt more than I had originally noticed and the relaxation the tub offered was worth more to me than the worry of being caught ogling my gorgeous step daughter. I ran swiftly up both flights of stairs to our bedroom, grabbed a pair of swimming trunks from my closet and started to put them on.
My dirty mind must have been in overdrive because I stopped and dropped the trunks onto the floor and started digging deeper into my drawers. When I finally found the pair of shorts I was looking for I smiled to myself, pleased with my ingenuity. I quickly pulled them on and took my shirt off and started back down the stairs, stopping at the linen closet to grab a beach towel from the top shelf, wrapping it around my waist in a mock attempt at appearing modest.
I made my way to the back door at the top of the basement stairs and stepped outside onto our covered patio where the hot tub was set up and already bubbling away. Taking a quick look around our privacy fenced back yard I made my way down the stairs and over to the hot tub. Both Lori and Ashley were already in the steaming water, not quite directly across from each other but pretty close, leaving about two thirds of the tub for me to stretch out in. Normally I would sit right next to Lori when we soaked so I could fondle her at will but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to be able to see both of their scantily clad bodies at the same time so I resigned myself to sit in the area they left open for me.
As I removed my towel the conversation the two ladies were having halted, I looked up and caught Lori giving me quite the look. The trunks I had decided to go with were a thin white material that didn't have the usual mesh 'basket' that most have to help conceal and support the male genitalia. They were a pair that I had gotten before one of our first family vacations and had only worn them on that trip because once wet they didn't do much to hide what lies beneath them.
I tried not to show I had seen her concern with my choice of trunks as I quickly slid into the water, folding my towel and draping it over wooden bench that encased most of the hot tub.
"Wish we would have had a hot tub when I still lived here" Ashley said breaking the awkward silence that seemed to hold the night hostage.
"If we did I'm sure your son would be much older," Lori replied "and as many parties that you threw whenever we went out of town, I'm sure more than a couple of your friends may have ended up pregnant."
"Parties?" Ashley asked in a tone that conveyed a sarcastic shock.
"You don't think we didn't notice?" I asked, remembering the many times we came home to the bungalow we lived in before to find beer cans in the garage, cigarette butts all over the yard, and on more than one occasion random pieces of clothing that had been forgotten in some form of drunken passion.
"I never had any parties!" Ashley blurted out, not even able to convince herself she just started giggling, "Well maybe a few." she smirked.
At that they resumed whatever conversation they had been having when I had first joined them, I was leaning back just enjoying the jets pulsating against my back. Taking in the beautiful scenery, Lori in a skimpy black two piece, large enough to cover everything without fear of incidental exposure, but still much more revealing than a normal bra and panty set. Ashley, on the other hand, was wearing what can only be described as three triangles of fabric and some string to attempt to hold them in place. Both of their ample breasts seemed to be being held up by the water, 4 fleshy globes that bobbed on the surface each time the water was disturbed.
I started to feel my dick growing beneath the surface and trying to control my attention I grabbed Lori's foot and pulled it towards me, slightly spreading her legs and giving me a clear view of her camel toe. I began massaging her right foot as they continued their discussion. My efforts were soon rewarded by her sinking down slightly allowing her foot to now reach my lap, making the foot rub easier, it was also the end to whatever it was they were chatting about.
"Must be nice," Ashley commented, "I couldn't get a foot rub out of Trent even when I was still pregnant."
That statement almost broke my heart, how could anyone not comfort and attend to the needs of the woman who was carrying his child, what a fucking douchebag I thought. Trying not to let the conversation turn into a shit storm about her ex I quickly offered to get a glass of wine for Lori which she took all of one second to agree to. Nonchalantly I touched my cock through the fabric of my trunks checking to make sure I wasn't rock hard, a little engorged but still pliable I decided it was safe to stand and retrieve the glass I had just offered.
As I stood up, listening to the sound of the jets bubbling, I heard a slight gasp and turned my head back to the two beautiful women still seated in the tub. Not sure which one it came from I proceeded to exit the tub and dry myself off enough to not track too much water inside. As I was doing this I found the cause of the gasp, even though I wasn't totally erect my large cock was still clearly visible through the thin fabric. The suit being a tad small anyways, on top of very thin, the material appeared to be wrapped tightly around my leg prominently displaying my tool down the left leg of the trunks. I pulled on the front hem of each leg allowing the air to help release the wet fabric that clung to my skin, satisfied I was no longer on display I headed inside.
Just as the screen door was closing behind me I heard Lori holler out "just grab the bottle and bring a couple of glasses out!". Fine by me, if she was willing to get drunk I was willing to let her, drunk Lori is a good lay if I can keep her emotions in check. I returned to the edge of the tub with two glasses and a large bottle of Lori's favorite wine, chilled pink moscato. I gingerly stepped into the tub, careful not to drop any of the glass, stepping into the middle of the hot tub I set the uncorked bottle of wine and both glasses down on the built in refreshments tray that was between Lori and her daughter. With my right foot forward my still visible cock was directly in front of Lori's face as I picked the bottle back up and started to fill one of the glasses, she was staring directly at it, almost as if she was willing my cock to grow.
"Thank you," she purred and my cock swelled in anticipation "just what I wanted."
I handed her the first glass and started filling second, looking over my right shoulder and seeing the disappointment in Ashley's expression as she seemed upset that I had only brought out two glasses. I picked up the second glass and turned around, now facing Ashley and hoping she would enjoy the view, I raised my hand and offered her the remaining glass of wine.
